13

I have 13 days until I turn into a sassy Latina spitfire.  I haven't blogged much lately because I have been busy doing all kinds of things.  Mostly they involve the event that will wollop me in the head in 13 days.  I have had another shower, I have found a new house, Jody has been on tour, I've worked like a son of bitch, I got sick, Jody got sick (and is right this second), and so all kinds of other stuff.  I really need to sit down and write.  But, I'm busy.  And, I'm lazy. 

I will soon, though, update you all on the fantastic bridal shower I had that was very much like one you would see in an Ethan Allen ad or on some sort of WE or OWN bridal show.  It was fantastic!  FANTASTIC!

I will soon write to you about our fab new place is next door to a gal whom I love and worked with for almost 4 year and whom I have missed since she moved on and whom I love for helping us get the place and for whom I am very excited to live next to.  I will show you all that fancy stuff.

I will soon show you the pile of loot we've collected as nearly marrieds.  Wow, people really are flipping awesome when you are getting married.  I didn't know how many people loved us.  I love them back.

I will soon post some pictures of life in general that I have been neglecting to post.  And, all one of you (Jody) will get to see them!

But, for now I'm going to go home and go to bed because I'm sleepy.  And, oh, such a fabulous writer this morn.

Netfarts!

How is it that I can't find a single thing to watch on Netflix streaming?  There are thousands of TV shows and movies available for viewing.  But, I can't find a dang thing I want to watch.  Nothing.  I have scrolled and read reviews and started stuff and not finished it.  Ugh.  Why am I so fickle?  And, how can there be literally thousands of completely shitty movies and television shows?  THOUSANDS!  Lord.  I need to lower my standards or else I shall never be entertained again!

I Get a Husband!

So, one month and one day from now I get myself a husband.  I certainly can't wait to have him as a husband.  He's super cute. He's super cool.  He super loves me.  He never makes me take out the garbage. And, he is patient enough to turn sugar into caramel.  So, in honor of My Man, I'm showing you him hard at work.  Luckily, his job is fun to watch.  You wouldn't want to watch mine.  It looks very much like clicking and typing with a phone answering every now and again. And, as exciting as that sounds, it isn't.  Well, maybe to some people.  Some people are into wet Adidas.  But, I digress.  I love Jody Lane Suarez, and I am gonna be 14 years old and scream it onto my blog!

Disappointment

While sleeping a bit ago Jody tried to wake me up to go with him to buy some drumsticks. I mumbled go without me and kept on sleeping. Well, I woke up because I realized he had been gone a long time. I was hungry, and Church's is right around the corner. It shouldn't have taken so long because Church's is literally 30 seconds away, and he'd been gone for 40 minutes. So I call him to make sure he wasn't dead (and because I'm hungry and want a drumstick). He says he's almost home. Five minutes later he pulls up with actual drumsticks...for playing his drums. Man, I wanted some chicken. That's true disappointment.

I Gotta Get with it

I blame the Olympics for my lack of writing lately. Sure they are over and have been. But I'm still exhausted from watching the whole dang thing (even the horrible Closing Ceremony. Did y'all see that mess?) really I'm just lazy. But, I'm blaming that Bolt fellow.

Movin' on Up or Down or West or East

Well, guess who has to move again? 

In the unending saga of "Laura's Moving Again," I am front and center yet again.  Ugh.  Our landlords have decided that they want to live in our house.  I have no idea why.  It's tiny and theirs is so big.  I have no idea what they will do with 2000sqft of stuff in a 678sqft of house.  But, alas, it is their prerogative not to renew our lease.  I kinda figured that would happen because they refused to give us long leases.  I also figured it because I have the shittiest house luck of all times!  Really, read the blog.  I think the first one is about me moving.  I think.  One of them is.  So, as per usual, I have to move.

Now to make moving even more fun this time around, we have to be out just a mere two weeks after we get back from our honeymoon.  Awesome. You know when the best time to move is?  It's when you have just spent several thousand dollars on your out-of-state wedding and week long honeymoon which is all nonrefundable!  And, of course, people have to eat, buy gas, and that sort of thing on their honeymoon.  So, there goes any savings we might have had.  Yes, as a huge wedding gift we get to figure out where a deposit, pet deposit, money for movers or a moving truck, electric deposit, and all the expense that goes along with moving are going to come from!  Hurray! Hurray!  Here's to enjoying the only time I have ever had an actual vacation on my life. Hurray!  You just can't imagine how happy we are about this. 

Again, nothing against our landlords. It's their house.  It's just sucky timing.  Yay!

But, alas, we will get through it and live somewhere.  Our truck is small and can't hold two people and two dogs, so we must!

And The Bark Goes On

So, my dogs are annoying. Super annoying. Yes, they are cute and lovable, but the are annoying. We are currently on the habit of breaking them from sleeping in the bed with us which they have done for years. They just got a little to comfortable. And, once you've been booted from the bed by them, you gotta do something.

Well, it's been going well with the exception of Schneider out old, back hunching wiener dog. He can't really jump on the couch to well these days. So instead of sleeping in his bed on the floor or the self made and human ignored comforter bed in the hall near the door of our extra bedroom, his new habit is to stand by the couch barking until one of us (Jody) goes and puts him on the couch. So, now we have to break that habit. Fun.

Annoyance

For some reason this is in my head:

You don't have to be a star, Baby, to be in my show...

Yep, one of the worst songs ever.  And, sadly, it's just that line from it.  Over and over again this is playing in my head.  Grasdfkjadnp.  I wish it would go away.

It's Seven Days, and I'm Jonesing

Well, it has been a week since my very bestest friends in all the land moved their goony asses to the New Orleans in the Louisiana.  Sure, it's a cool town.  Yes, it is going to be very convinient for me when I get married there in the New Orleans.  And, yes, I will even say that it a good move because it advances both their careers and will better their lives in ways that they deserve.  But, I'm a big titty baby, so I'm sad. Now, only 3 more years until they come back! 

If I can keep myself as busy as I did last week, I won't miss them much at all!  I will go broke, but I won't miss them as much!

But, in case either of you two goons decide to read my blog (which you do because I force you to read it), I just wanted to let you know that I'm super proud of y'all!  And, I can't wait to see you next month!

Oh!

In less than two months I'm getting hitched.  Holy Miley Cyrus!

Let's Go to the Movies!

If you can fathom this, I saw what may have been two of the best movies ever made in two days.  I can't even put into words how odd it is to see two movies that can so affect one's emotions in two completely different ways.  So, saying that, I highly recommend:

KLOWN

Now, if you know my sense of humor, and I say this is one of the funniest movies I have ever seen, you can probably gauge what that means.  It is highly offensive and highly uncomfortable.  Go see it.  I almost wet my pants.  Go see it.  Did I say go see it?  Go see it.

Then the next night I saw this:

The Beasts of the Southern Wild

I honestly don't know what to say about this movie.  It put me in a weird place.  It put me in a good place.  I can't even explain to you why it is good or how it is good.  It was just compelling.  Please go see it.  It is wonderful.  And, again, I can't even explain why.  Maybe it made me feel human or made me reflect on my life or made me reflect on my childhood or made me reflect on my home or just made me think about humanity and community and spirit.  Whatever it is, it is making me sound like a drippy goonface.  Just go watch it.

So, how strange is it to see two movies that pretty much shake up the top 10 movie list in two days?  It's been a good week.

Ain't Nun Yo Bidness

I was discussing this morning about how the Seton towers look like The Flying Nun's habit (is the hat called the habit or is the whole outfit the habit?), and if I was Banksy, I would paste a giant picture of Sally Field underneath it.  Well, I'm told that is what it is supposed to look like.  Well, not like The Flying Nun, but like a nun.  I guess it worked because that's what I thought it looked like.

Here is the nun hat at night.

Here is the nun hat during the day.

Tell me those don't look like this Flying Nun habit?

Summer in my Bedroom.

It's humid, and I'm itchy.